The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 88

Stepping out of the elevator onto the bustling floor of my firm, a rush of

excitement and nerves surged through me. The exclusive interview was just a few hours away.

I’d done all I could to prepare. Penny had ultimately become Timothy and I’s coaches, constructing a hypothetical script for us that we were tasked to memorize and practice. I’d been practicing since last night, not wanting anything to catch me off guard.

Penny and Aria told me what clothes would make me look soft and friendly in the eyes of the public, hopefully miles away from the mistress persona constructed by the media.

I felt much better overall. With my eyebrows plucked and my face and hair done up, I felt like I was giving off a cleaner aura.

As I walked towards my desk, the low hum of conversations and the clacking of keyboards filled the air. Curious eyes followed me all the way down the walkway. Brief whispers carried my name with them.

Amidst the sea of colleagues, I caught sight of Jasper, his scowl unmistakable even from a distance. I couldn’t help but smirk internally at his slid off the surface of his desk and tossed his pen to the

side. He had yet to shred the bitterness from our last trial and he made every workday a pain to get through.

He strolled over, kicking a balled–up piece of paper to the side as he walked. I. averted

my eyes and opened my laptop, determined to not let him ruin my mood.

“Ah, Evie, the star of the hour!” he sneered.

I sighed inwardly, bracing myself for whatever Jasper had cooked up this time. “What can I do for you, Jasper?”

He chuckled condescendingly. “Oh, nothing, really. Congratulations on the interview!”

“Thank you, Jasper,” I replied with a polite smile, my voice steady. There was no use in letting his negativity get under my skin, not when hope was on the horizon.

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He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk. “Must be nice to have connections that pull strings for you.”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Jasper’s jealousy was as transparent as ever. “As F told you before, I believe in earning my accomplishments through hard work. Not my fault you can’t keep up.”

His smirk turned into a scowl. “Sure, sure. Some people just have a knack for that sort of thing.”

took a deep breath, determined to keep my cool. “You’re not going to put

honest, Evie. You’re the talk of the town right now, but how long do you think that’ll last? Eventually, you’ll be right back in the shadows where you

had worked hard for this moment, and I wasn’t about to let Jasper’s bitterness diminish it. “Funny how you seem to be keeping track of my rise. and fall, Jasper. But unlike you, I’ve actually

his eyes gleamed with something that resembled envy. “Enjoy your little victory dance, Evie. But just

shoulders. “You don’t know anything

eyes dancing with mischief. “I know enough to

his gaze, but before I could retort, he turned and walked away. I shook my head. I had grown tired of his attempts to belittle me, to remind me of where I had come from, but I had

now.

tasks

sun cast a warm, golden glow as I entered my apartment. The interview

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for my bedroom to get ready. I pulled open my closet door and pulled out the dress and shoes that

mirror, studying my reflection. I took a deep breath, reminding myself that I had earned my place

a classic updo, wanting to exude an air of sophistication. As I applied makeup, I tried to channel a sense

points and facts that I wanted to cover during the interview. I knew that Carl Plunk was

mirror, I picked up my bag and headed

building was located in the heart of the town, a short drive from my apartment. As I navigated the streets, I couldn’t help but

I parked the car and headed inside. The reception. area was bustling with assistants, producers, and fellow guests–all of whom

in with the receptionist, who directed me to the waiting area outside the interview room. I took a seat, my heart rate increasing with each passing minute. My fingers drummed rhythmically against my notecards,

there, trying to steady my nerves, I heard a voice beside

a fellow guest offering a friendly smile.

“I’m Sarah, Carl’s production

grateful for the friendly face. “Hi, Sara. Is Timothy still

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my eyes and focused on calming my racing thoughts.. I reminded

time.

door to the interview room opened, and Timothy emerged, his expression a mixture of support and strain. He looked at me and offered a

eyes traced over me. I looked down, wondering what had caught his interest, but then

beautiful,” he muttered, then shook his head. “I mean, you always do, but that dress

in my chin, feeling the